Abyss Summoner-Chapter 271 - 266: Devil! Devil!

"Devil!"

The shrill screams echoed over the city, and for a moment, everything was deathly silent. Then, everyone turned their gaze to the source of the sound.

Towering flames!

The fire seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere, directly igniting in the densely packed center. In addition, a cacophony of noises also resonated throughout the city.

It wasn't the roar of humans, the voice was shrill and hoarse, with a tone that bewitched the mind. Under this sound, some weak-willed survivors actually opened their doors and walked onto the streets.

Things became bizarre.

The devil had descended!

Chen Feng's vision was exceptionally good. From afar, he even saw several flying figures. They had blood-red skin and long, sharp horns. They swooped down, cradling humans in their arms, and then tore them to shreds with their claws. The ground was instantly splattered with a pool of blood.

No one knew where these demons came from, but one thing was certain: the moment they descended, the mad slaughter began.

Just when everyone was confidently believing that the pro-war faction was in control, Hong Jiuling, the evil entity hiding in the shadows, launched a counterattack.

Things were spiraling out of control.

Even Chen Feng showed a hint of shock. He hadn't expected that someone had mastered the method to summon demons. In fact, this was a mass summoning.

Compared to Chen Feng's control, this summoning did not enforce loyalty. These demons descended upon this world through the summoning, not to follow orders, but simply to enjoy the pleasure brought by death and slaughter.

To the demons, human souls were a delicacy. They not only fed on human flesh but also loved to devour souls to augment their own power and strength.

Chaos was spreading.

If this continued, Chen Feng's plan could very well be derailed.

"Everyone, assemble and advance forward!"

At the critical moment, Chen Feng issued a command. Everyone stood together, and perhaps because the demonic aura was too terrifying, some people even had their veins bulging, indicating the extent of their tension.

"Sir, the research facility has been completely searched. We have captured thirteen prisoners. How should we handle them?" Wei Xun approached, his body covered in blood, and there was a metallic scent on his breath that was nauseating.

"It's a special period, and I have no time to manage these people. Do I need to tell you what happens to burdens?" Chen Feng coldly replied.

Wei Xun trembled slightly and said in a gloomy tone, "I understand."

"Don't kill me, I surrender!"

"My brother is a professional. Take me as a hostage, he'll definitely surrender."

"I beg you... please let me go..."

"Rat-tat-tat..."

A series of gunshots rang out. These people were the main members of the conservative faction; their exceptional gear showcased their extraordinary nature.

The appearance of demons disturbed Chen Feng's thoughts; under such circumstances, he couldn't allow any variables that might affect his plan to occur.

The best course of action was to cut through the mess with a quick knife—one word... kill!

Wei Xun restored his stance beside Chen Feng, but this time, his eyes were bloodshot, like a humanoid demon.

"Go!"

Having resolved everything, Chen Feng didn't hesitate, leading everyone toward the center of the city.

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"Having been with Hong Jiuling for so long, what kind of person is he?"

After choosing to pledge allegiance to Chen Feng, Mr. Fang had also followed, and at this time, Chen Feng began to inquire for information.

"He's not human."

Mr. Fang, walking beside Chen Feng, didn't even ponder before giving this answer.

Not human?

Chen Feng furrowed his brow. The information in those few words was immense, leaving him uncertain of Mr. Fang's intended message.

Seeing Chen Feng's frown, Mr. Fang spoke again, "I'm not making things up. Hong Jiuling is truly not human. He enjoys drinking the blood of young girls, the virgin being the best. Besides that, I've seen his tail—thin, no fur on it, but at the tip, there's a mass like a branding iron."

"A mass?"

Chen Feng muttered to himself, it seemed Mr. Fang was not completely uninformed but knew some of Hong Jiuling's secrets, then he replied faintly, "You knew he wasn't human, why did you serve under him?"

Mr. Fang curled his lips, wearing a blank expression: "What does it matter to me whether Hong Jiuling is human or not? I only care about my research. I did seek out Feng Zhiyong, but he claimed I was poisoning life and refused to support my research. But Hong Jiuling is different; he can provide me with ample experimental subjects, and that's enough."

Unlike the numb look earlier, when talking about research, Mr. Fang exhibited a strong sense of madness, even grinning at the corners of his mouth, revealing a chilling smile.

Madman!

This was Chen Feng's clearest feeling now!

Mr. Fang did not care for fine wine nor beauty. In fact, these external things held no appeal to him. Even upon learning of Hong Jiuling's potential identity, he remained indifferent, as if the so-called justice had no place in his heart.

He simply lived in his own world.

Research!

Endless research!

To realize his hopes, he did not hesitate to turn himself into a monster.

Chen Feng had no intention of meddling, yet inadvertently mentioned sparing Mr. Fang's life to continue his research. What was originally an unreasonable suggestion unexpectedly touched upon something the other truly valued, or else, even with promises of countless benefits, it was unlikely he would have successfully subdued him.

And this might be why Hong Jiuling didn't leave a mark on him.

For someone like Mr. Fang, research was everything. As long as Hong Jiuling could provide him with test subjects, there was no fear of betrayal.

This is a double-edged sword.

Used well, everything is fine; used poorly, it might harm oneself.

However, as a "blacksmith," Chen Feng understood the concept of reforging. Mr. Fang lived in his own world; naturally, he wouldn't object. If he wanted materials, he'd get materials; if he wanted subjects, he'd get subjects. But if he showed any disloyalty, he would be killed without hesitation; after all, it wouldn't be a loss to him.

For Chen Feng, the urgent matter now was to find the source of the demons' emergence and destroy it, or else all of Bridge East could fall into chaos, resulting in a terrible number of casualties.

A few little demons appeared in front of Chen Feng.

These were creatures about the size of a mongrel dog, with sharp horns atop their heads and a sharp black spike on their tails.

The little demons weren't particularly brave, but not so timid as to miss any opportunity for an ambush. Chaos among the crowd provided them a chance for slaughter.

A young girl running in the chaotic crowd caught the little demons' attention. They swooped down, hooking her neck with a tail, vigorously flapping their wings, and then carried her into the air.

By this time, the girl wasn't dead yet, but her life was quickly ebbing away, desperation hanging over everyone around.

"Bang!"

Chen Feng drew a gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger, a blood flower blooming in mid-air as the little demon's head was shot, splattering like tofu smashed on the ground.

They were not invincible.

As a lowly demon, the little demon was among the most inferior of the demon branches.

Demons broadly recognized three levels of hierarchy. At the bottom were the low-tier demons, sacrificed indiscriminately by any superior above them, with little opportunity for advancement.

Above the low-tier demons were the mid-tier demons, this more elite group enjoying greater autonomy.

Nearing the top of the hierarchy were the high-tier demons, occupying authoritative positions within Hell's power structure. The most powerful among them were the Deep Prison Refining Demons, overseeing the management of demon forces in every scheme, from blood wars to corrupting entire nations.

At this moment, the surroundings were filled with some low- and mid-tier demons, such as Steel Demons, Chain Demons, Harvester Demons, Pain Demons, and even a few Desire Demons visible.

Desire Demons bore massive black wings, reminiscent of fallen angels, their temperament similarly immersed in longing and depravity, preferring to lure pure souls into the sea of desire. Unlike little demons who inflicted physical pain, Desire Demons aimed to dismantle their enemies' souls.

Things were becoming somewhat unpredictable, and Chen Feng had to make a decision.

"All of you, pick up your weapons and start fighting!"

Chen Feng could not allow these demons to rampage through the city. He had claimed Bridge East as his property, and anyone attempting to destroy this place deserved punishment.

The demons looked bizarre, but their bodies were still flesh and blood. Upon witnessing Chen Feng shoot and kill a little demon, the warriors around regained their courage, the desire to fight awakened, for no one wished to undergo merciless slaughter.

However, while warriors had weapons, the civilians were defenseless.

In the distance, a group of hungry Hook Demons appeared. They particularly fancied tender children; in the chaos, some kids had already fallen victim, becoming delicacies for the demons.

"Third Son!"

An anguished cry rang out nearby; it was a woman whose child had just been seized by a Hook Demon. She hadn't even reacted before the child was disemboweled, blood splattering on the ground.

The scene in front of her twisted the woman's expression, her last hope for the world shattered by her child's murder. Maddened, the power of motherhood was vividly displayed. Facing the formidable enemy, she picked up a stone and charged!

Human nature is complex.

Besides sheer betrayal and plots, in this dark era, there might be moments when dazzling brilliance still blooms.